Black and White Strands of Hair.
Stroking through his long red hair was fun to Nill, each strand told a story, even the few white hairs that threaded themselves into the wild main of hair. She had pulled a few strands out and showed him the white, he cursed Haine and then patted the small blonde on the head when she looked worried at him. Badou always was so nice to her. So, she smiled back at him and latched her arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Long arms wrapped around her waist and hugged her there for a few moments until she felt them unravel and fingers start to tickle her.
She didn't know that Haine was watching from a bit away, until she glanced up from over Badou's shoulders, cheeks streaming with tears of laughter and waved a bit at the male.
Badou shifted them around so they both could look at Haine, after being tapped on the shoulder and had his head turned in the direction so his one eye could see the white haired man.
"She found white hairs, man," she heard the red-head say to the other. She smiled and laughed visibly, wiping her eyes clean of those joyful-tears; as the other continued, rambling on about how Haine better buy him some goddamned dye when he ended up with a head full of white hair just like him. Haine replies with a half smile and by coming closer. Nill looks up at Haine, unraveling herself from Badou to give Haine a hug. He accepts it and picks her off of the bench and settles the little angel onto his lap, letting her continue to hug him and such.
Nill found that Haine's hair had random strands of black hair thrown into it, as she inspected it closely. Her lips brushed against his cheek as she let her hands spear themselves through the short locks. She heard Haine say something to Badou, but she didn't understand exactly what it meant, so instead she ignored it and continued lavishing attention on the white haired male's scalp.
He seemed to relax too, she liked that. He always relaxed a bit around her, Nill mused. A sharp tug on a strand of her hair, brought her head back slightly, she frowned and shifted around on Haine's lap, having lips pressed against hers the moment she did. As Badou pulled away, she tilted her head to the side and blushed a little.
"First time bein' kissed, huh?" he hummed out slowly, melodically, and she found herself nodding ever so slightly. "Good, stole your first official kiss, see ya Haine, don't go doin' somethin' I wouldn't."
She watched Badou go and Haine cast Badou a dark look, as possessive arms wrapped around her waist and tugged her back against his chest. He seemed to growl too. Why was he upset?
She sighed softly and leaned back to rest her head against his shoulder, enjoying the closeness.
Men were confusing.
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Don't own Dogs.